Upper Moons Wallpaper Novels & Stories

I tilt my head to get a better look at it, to marvel at what I created on his neck. He was mine now for definite. The mark of a large full silvery moon with its reflection in a body of water underneath. I can make out two wolves laying by the water’s edge, the bigger wolf resting it’s head on top of the slightly smaller wolf. That must be the two of us. This is adorable.

I cannot help but smile as I connect with Jax through our shared thoughts, knowing that tonight may mark the beginning of a new chapter in my life. “Expanding on the request for assistance, I would greatly appreciate your expertise in ensuring that the training grounds are transformed into a captivating and enchanting space for the Tamsin moon celebration. The Tamsin moon, known for its mystical energy and ability to bring forth new beginnings, is a momentous occasion that calls for meticulous preparation.

Even though those soft mattresses touched her back, a small frown appeared on her forehead that indicated the pain she felt even in her slumber. Iris was sleeping on her back almost after two days. But those caressing of Leonard was something that she had never felt before. Leonard was gazing at her figure thoroughly. It took everything in him to control his wolf or desires to rip off that damn thin sheet and claim her body, mind soul the way he wanted. His wolf was growling to come out and mark her but he was restraining himself and Lycan from doing such things. Marking is a way to do serious and sacred things in the werewolf community. And he couldn't believe that Moon Goddess would choose

Both were staring at me, neither one moving. The light in the clearing changed as both the sun and the moon moved high in the sky, the light of the moon on the smokey grey wolf, making his silver fur shine. The sun bright on the sunrise wolf, his fur golden and beautiful in the sunlight. Both were stark contrasts, mirror images of each other. The power of the forest thrummed heavier, almost feeding off the energy both wolves were giving off. I slowly sank to my knees, awed by the beautiful wolves. Awed but so confused and cautious. Why? Why am I always brought to the forest? Why do I see them? Who are they? I had so many questions and when I opened my mouth to ask them, the forest disappeare

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

The twins decided to draw some fruits, Alice drew the sea and I drew Sophie. “aahhhhh, look how pretty I am” Sophie laughed sweetly. “of course” I smiled to myself. I drew Sophie howling towards the moon with glistening white and light blue fur reflecting the night sky. I have decided to draw this theme and represent Sophie in this way as we are assassins who work in the shadows and the best places is the dark so night time is the best time of the day furthermore, Sophie loves to come out to run when it is the full moon.

I asked, turning to the other woman, who pulled down her hood. She was glowing a soft white, and her skin was the color of the moon, her eyes pitch black. She wore a thick silver crown that bore the different cycles of the moon. The full moon at the front of her head, “It’s been some time since I have seen you, child.” The woman’s voice was echoed, a mix between a man’s and a woman’s voice. “You’ve grown so much… I can’t wait to see you lead our people into the era of the light and out of the era of darkness.” “What do you mean? I’m dead?”

Moon flowers designed the insides of the wall too. At the front of the entrance to the Castle were silver steps which we climbed into an enchanted hall. The grand entrance hall stretched endlessly beneath a ceiling of enchanted glass that reveals the shifting night sky, not as a reflection but like an indoor window to the cosmos. Galaxies drifted slowly and shooting stars glided silently. In the middle was the moon. I gasped in awe, the moon was brighter and closer, I felt that with just a few stretches I could touch it. The light of the full moon made everything around glow more beautifully. The walls were crafted from opaline moonstone, silver lines twist upwards along the columns, bloomin

My chest tightens. “Then what?” The clearing feels like it leans in. Not physically. Something else. “Something older,” he says. The word presses against me. Older. “How old?” I push. His gaze sharpens slightly. “Older than Luna Queens.” My stomach drops a little. “Older than wolves.” The air feels heavier now. Not thick. Aware. I don’t realize I’ve stopped breathing properly until I force air back into my lungs. “The Moon,” I say slowly. “You’re saying it’s stronger than the Moon?”

The Great Hall of Moonrise Academy was designed to intimidate, and it succeeded brilliantly. Soaring stone arches supported a vaulted ceiling that seemed to disappear into shadows, while stained glass windows cast colored light across long tables arranged by dormitory houses. But what made every wolf in the room unconsciously straighten their posture was the ceiling itself—a massive dome painted with lunar phases that shifted and changed in real time, showing the exact state of the moon that governed their supernatural nature. Currently, it displayed a waning crescent, which meant emotional tensions would be running lower than usual. Good for orientation, Ronan thought. Bad for his wolf, who